Imagine
Imagine being afraid to falterbecause you’re watchedand people might mock in laughter being afraid to live,trapped in the desire to please afraid to love,in case you attract vulturesor get your
Author: Glennise Ayuk
On things I want to write about
On GoodbyesFind peace in saying goodbye. Peace in knowing a chapter has closed, and life in that book will carry on without you, just as your own chapters continue without
It didn’t start with you – Survival vs thriving
survival mentality. Need, lack and hardship hone survival skills. This is evolution. However, an excess of this nurturing raises you into a person whose first instinct is to hoard and
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Knowledge, Insight And Earning The Rank Of A Value Source.
Everyone is a potential value source. At least for some subject. Being looked upon as a value source is a good thing. It has advantages….a sense of responsibility, a lot
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“Success is impatient” and two other lies.
In total, I will write about 3 lies. The world is becoming progressively liberal. Many things considered indisputable 50 years ago, now have thousands of people and institutions denouncing their
Climax of validity
Have any of these ever happened to you? In your lifetime, you have probably experienced one of the above. These realities all have something in common. They have the possibility
Climax, orgasm and other things that feed the self.
When I thought of a word to coin my entire agenda of self-knowledge, awareness and optimization, climax didn’t take a moment to come to mind. The word has always appealed
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Find Your River
Blue is for rivers,curving tortuous paths betweenthe ill-shaped igneous rocks. Red is for land,purple the background. On the map, a plenitude of names—more of places,of people,a myriad of entities squeezed
When I Find Love
The face of love will shine so bright,Its radiance will be dazzling white.The eyes of love will look at me—The look, my broken heart will heal. The hand of love
Atlantic’s floor
Littered with memories of vile imbecility;and of bravery.Of interrupted lineages and the restless bonesof seized men who never saw their wives again. It amazes me how that ocean can be